Ok, here is the next chapter. I was kind of disappointed to see that not to many people have read this fic, but I'm going to keep going because I really liked the idea. Again, this is definitely an AU, but feel free to correct me if anything just does not seem to fit with the real story. Please read and review.

Chapter 3

Peter walked up the several flights of stairs leading up to his apartment. The day's events had been more than he had bargained for and he was looking forward to putting up his feet. But he also found himself nervous to see his own son. The same sweet toddler he lived his life for, who he breathed for was now causing him incomprehensible grief. He neared his door and pulled his keys from his coat pocket. He fumbled in the cold to find the appropriate key and unlocked the door. Pushing the door ajar, he stepped into his warm small apartment. He threw his belongings down onto an adjacent sofa and made his way to the back room to find Jackie and Reese. He followed the sound of his sister's voice to Reese's bedroom and entered the room to see Reese laughing as Jackie danced around the small room. Peter took a step back as Reese looked up in his father's direction. Those were the eyes that had looked at him in the ER that day. The eyes he knew to be his sons.

"Peter, you're home. Are you ok? You look like you saw a ghost." Peter quickly regained his composure. He planned on telling Jackie about what had happened but had ruled against it at this time.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. The hospital was busy today. And how is my big guy?" Peter signed as he walked over to pick Reese up from the floor."

Reese smiled as he looked up into his father's eyes. He signed daddy, making Peter smile.

"Yes, I am his father. I don't care what that man said. I am his father." Peter told himself. But again, he looked into Reese's big brown eyes. The frown that had masked Peter's face began to creep back. He was not going to be able to convince himself that the man was wrong. The eyes said it all.

"Peter, what is wrong? And don't say nothing, because that look on your face says otherwise."

Peter fought himself to respond. He really had to tell her but how and when. It was too soon. But when would be the right time? He finally decided that it was now or never. "Ok, there is something, but let me put Reese down for bed and then I'll explain everything.

"Ok, I'll go make us a pot of coffee."

Jackie left the room and Peter looked back into Reese's eyes. "Ok Buddy, let's get you in bed. He walked over to the dresser and extracted Reese's pajamas and helped his son to get changed. As he laid him down and pulled the covers up, he took one last look. "I love you, son." He whispered as he signed to his son.

"I love you too," Reese signed back.

Peter shut the door behind him, leaving a small crack in order to hear Reese if there might be any problems. He then walked into his kitchen where he could smell the coffee brewing. He pulled up a stool and sat at his small bar.

"So mind telling me what's going on?" Jackie inquired, pulling up a stool next to her brother.

Peter held his head in both hands as he reflected on the day's events. "I had an interesting patient in the ER today. He was a drunk driver who hit a woman and her children."

"Oh my gosh, they need to throw all those people in jail."

"Yeah, well this patient was extremely intoxicated and wasn't afraid to say anything."

"What, did he tell you his life secrets?" Jackie giggled to herself but after seeing the look on Peter's face she stopped. "Peter?"

"He told me that he had had an affaire with the wife of one of the doctor's at County several years back. And he said her name was Karla."

"Oh my goodness, well it could all be coincidence." She offered optimistically.

"He was black and had Reese's eyes. I know I'm not Reese's real father and…"

"Are you sure?"

I can never be positive without a DNA test, but Jackie if you saw his eyes. It is just like looking into Reese's eyes."

There was a long pause of silence. Peter was attempting to keep himself from crying. He had done enough of that for one day. And Jackie was trying to find the right words to console her brother. It did sound pretty convincing.

At a loss for words she blurted out the first thing on her mind, "So what are you going to do? I'm sorry, that sounded so rude."

"No, I'm trying to figure that out. I don't know if I should act on it or just forget it."

Jackie was quiet for a moment debating whether to say what she was thinking or not. Finally, she decided to act upon it and responded, "I know you don't want to hear this, but you should tell Roger about this and both of you should figure out what you're going to do about it."

Peter was surprised at his own response, "Yeah, you're right. But Jackie, I'm going to need help through this." The tears he had tried so hard to keep in began to fall. "I don't know if I can do this."

"We'll work through this together." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around her brother.